I met her at the theater for the school, where she worked in the box office, and my mouth was immediately on the floor. She was wearing a tight, lacey...top that showed off her ample, barely-contained-by-a-C-cup, breasts, and a long skirt that hugged her hips. We got out to my car and spent a few minutes feverishly making out before going to dinner. We had a quiet table together where we chatted, caught up, and where she rubbed her foot up and down my leg, making me even more turned on then I was. It felt so good tasting my pussy on his lips and tongue and it made me so wet. I love the taste of pussy and I loved the feel of his lips on mine. I’m not sure if that’s going to happen again but I’m glad it did. I know I probably shouldn’t be fucking a married man but at the same time it feels like we met for a reason as we are both fulfilling something lacking in the other one. I love sex and experimenting and there is so much I still want to experiment with sexually and he is supportive of. Since it was getting late I contemplated heading back to my car and starting my journey home, but that option fell by the wayside as soon as the next words came out of Karla's mouth. She told me that she was just going to be forward and straight out about what she was going to ask and she wanted to know if I would go back to a hotel with her. It took me no more than a second to agree to that as we quickly headed over to pick up my car and head to the hotel on the other side of the Shopping. She packed a white dress shirt, a tie, and a suit for Douglas, along with a few pair of socks, undershorts, and his slippers, and a change of clothes. Having the suitcase packed she went over to her nighttable and packed her overnight carring case. “Hello, Dear,” a voice said behind her. “Mother,” Samantha said turning around reconginzing Marie’s voice. “How nice to see you. What brings you here at this time?” “I just drop in to see how you are doing.” Marie said. Noticing.